K. and G. had a practice for the Christmas pageant this morning. They knew their lines perfectly. But K., aka the angel Gabriel, did a lot of flapping and jumping off the baptismal tank, and very little standing quietly next to Mary.
On the way home K. bought a star for the Christmas tree. We walked through the dollar store looking for something worthy of the week's allowance. When he brought it to the till I said, "K. did you notice? It has a tip missing."
No response.
"Was there another one like it? Because this one's broken."
No answer.
When we sat down to eat I saw the silver star glittering on the tree. I remarked how its angles made it shimmer.
"See?" he said. "From here you can't even see the missing tip."
"I picked it because it was chipped, you know. It's special because it's unique."
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